Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

The eldest brother of the Gao family waved his hands repeatedly:

"It's okay, we are all in the same neighborhood, we are all neighbors.

You help me, I help you, this is the right thing to do. Besides, my family built a thatched house a while ago. We have a large family, but you helped my family for two extra days! "

"Tree roots, you go fetch water. My two boys will come to help you after they finish sealing the nest."

The eldest brother of the Gao family directed Li Shugen:

"Take my bucket too, so we can go faster!"

The eldest brother of the Gao family said with a smile, but his hands were not slow, and he swung the hoe vigorously. In a short time, hundreds of holes were dug out.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you, big brother!"

Li Shugen immediately put down the sweet potato vine gently in his hand, picked up the bucket that Wang Lian had watered, and walked towards the small river ditch half a mile away.

Wang Lian looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve.

This scene of harmony between the neighbors couldn't help but remind him of the days before he entered the palace...

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The sun is approaching, and the land where the plum trees have roots has been planted.

The men spread out in both directions and helped other families in the village plant.

The people's thoughts are very simple:

The prince and the father-in-law are the people close to the emperor. They work tirelessly and do our work for free. We, the neighbors in the same village, cannot be looked down upon.

As night falls over the land, sweet potato planting in Xiaohuang'en Village, located at the junction of Hubei and Henan, is about to be completed.

There are only a few dozen families left in the entire village's [-] acres of farmland, and there is still a little bit of land left uncultivated.

There was a smile on Wang Lian's lips.

He is already on the verge of completing His Majesty's entrustment - supervising 18 new villages and completing the task of planting sweet potatoes.

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Guanghua County Government.

Looking at the dimming light in the room, Zhu Youjian approved the decree in the last memorial.

Wang Chengen whispered:

"Your Majesty, do you want someone to hold the lamp?"

"No!"

Zhu Youjian placed the brush on the pen holder. He leaned on the back of the chair, stretched out, moved his stiff limbs, and said:

"Ling Yiqu has sent news: the queen and others have left Tianjin and are about to go south.

I have written to Zheng Hongkui and asked him to take the navy to escort him along the way. "

Wang Chengen listened quietly. As a minister of the emperor when he was in the vassal domain, Wang Chengen was able to continue to be blessed by not talking too much.

Doing everything the emperor has assigned him well is the magic weapon that keeps him standing in the inner court.

"Go to the back office, take the eldest princess and the little princess with you, and let's go to Fan Jingwen's house."

Fan Jingwen has been mentioning one thing these days - it is not a problem for the emperor to hunt in Zhongzhou and always live in the county government office.

He requested that the camp be built, not to mention as magnificent as the northern and southern capitals, but at least a separate courtyard.

The royal palace is the face of a country!

A few days ago, the territory was unstable and the imperial court had to be prepared to move at any time. Therefore, it was okay for the emperor to stay in the county government.

Now that the emperor controls the territory of nearly two provinces, it is no longer appropriate to stay in the county government.

After all, as the territory directly controlled by the Ming Dynasty grows larger and larger, it is natural that generals and frontier officials from various places want to return to the embrace of the imperial court.

The palace is the face of a country. Once those people see that the emperor lives in the county government...

People will first question the emperor - an emperor who cannot guarantee the stability of his territory is not the loyal choice of those feudal officials!

"Your Majesty, would you like me to send someone to inform Elder Fan first?"

Wang Chengen bowed and asked in a low voice.

"No," Zhu Youjian waved his hand:

"The state affairs were busy a few days ago, so I had to place the two princesses in the backyard. Since I have some free time today, I went to the riverside to take a look and make the two girls happy."

"Then I'll arrange some security guards."

Zhu Youjian nodded:

"People, please don't disperse. Just arrange for plainclothes guards. By the way, there are guards on the high buildings on the other side of the pier."

Wang Chengen nodded and left.

The emperor didn't say anything about this, but he knew how to arrange it.

Your Majesty is forcibly inspecting the fields of wealthy gentry, because you are afraid that they will take risks!

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Zhu Youjian put on clothes worn by ordinary people, holding Princess Zhaoren Zhu Yini in his arms, followed by the eldest princess Zhu Weimao whose chin was already slightly rounded.

Next to him were a group of guards dressed as various pedestrians.

Zhu Youjian took a casual glance and saw that these people's arms were heavy, and it could be seen at a glance that they had short guns.

It has to be said that the machine age, even the simplest hydraulic machine age, is a huge change that changes the world.

Nearly five hundred huge waterwheels were erected on the three islands of Wangfuzhou, and the roar of the machines continued day and night.

Even from a mile across the river, you can vaguely hear it in the dead of night.

Now the three islands of Wangfuzhou have gathered more than 3000 skilled blacksmiths.

Zhu Youjian's insistence on bringing the refugees brought a steady stream of talents to the revival of the Ming Dynasty.

With time-defining machines and skilled craftsmen of all kinds, the Ming Dynasty has made more than a thousand short muskets and long spears in Japan!

The 73-year-old Bi Maokang has recovered his health under the treatment of the emperor who spared no expense and dispatched high-quality medicinal materials from various places. Even Bi Maoliang's symptoms have been greatly alleviated.

Bi Maokang, a powerful man who had already died in depression in the original history, ignored the emperor's dissuasion and insisted on going to the island to research new weapons.

Zhu Youjian couldn't defeat him, so he had to set up a scientific research institute in Junzhou composed of hundreds of elite craftsmen, and handed the structural diagram of the revolver to Bi Maokang.

In the original time and space, six-barreled muskets had already appeared at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that they went into a misunderstanding and adopted the design idea of ​​a three-eyed gun and set it up with six barrels.

The revolver and the six-barreled gun are essentially the same. One rotates the magazine, and the other rotates the barrel. There is no difference in design ideas.

The only difficulty is the primer of the copper-cased bullet, but Zhu Youjian didn't expect to see this thing in a short time.

Think of it as giving Bi Maokang a toy that doesn’t require him to work hard in the workshop!

The structural diagram of the revolver that Zhu Youjian took out immediately attracted Bi Maokang's attention.

Seeing that the emperor had provided him with a new set of ideas, this octogenarian minister, regardless of his age, happily ran away on horseback.

Even when Zhu Youjian wanted to hold an inauguration ceremony for the "Ming Dynasty Royal Scientific Research Institute" in Junzhou, the old man refused.

In Bi Maoliang's words - a few common rituals are nothing. Only if the design of the revolver is completed as soon as possible can it be a real good thing. By then, it will not be too late for the emperor to hold a ceremony!